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[Tyga]
B*tch, it's T-Raww, blood on my paws
Big booty chick back a ni*ga to the wall
Never get involved, murder every bar
Sh*t so illegal, get a green card

Different cars, different from y'all
I work hard, you work at the mall
Pass a b*tch off like my nigga John Wall
F*ck her in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul

Yeah, b*tch I do this sh*t
Colder than a motherf*cking penguin lip
And my b*tch pus*y fire gotta extinguish sh*t, Lebron James and sh*t
Got heat super freak Rick James ya bitch, leave a stain and sh*t
On ya couch in ya house like brotherman
Hanging like Mr. Cooper hand, damn

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman

[Honey Cocaine]
Yo, got a Asian b*tch on my left side
Another Asian b*tch, right, right side
They might send your a*s off to the next side
B*tch hold your damn breath 'cause you might die

Got a group of bad b*tches and I feel good
Oh you're hungry? Too bad 'cause my meal's good
And I shouldn't beat a broad, yet I still would
But I don't tryna be bad 'cause the deals good

Yeah, now look I got the urge to feed them off some doggy sh*t
Type of stuff to make them feel like alcohol and potent sh*t
Hold the b*tch, just sold the b*tch, f*ck you pay me is what I told the b*tch
You can't walk or talk, I own you b*tch
Please don't make me hot, I'm the coldest b*tch (agh)

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman

[Tyga]
Well, running from the cop, boy born to kill
Hand me the lock, bring it to your front door, doorbell
Knock knock, who there? Houdini disappear
Got green, John Deere. More green, Paul Pierce

Amazing win shot, you my son, I adopt, dop dop
Pacman, that's for opening your mouth
Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarette now
Put the cigarette down, I'm the shit, loose bowels

Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud?
Nig*a getting busy like I work downtown
On to the next if she don't f*ck right now (right now)
Harder than a pipe, can't pipe down

What you nig*as talking about?
Man I'm what your b*tch is talking about
Two months then an album out
Careless world drop, pewm, then I'm out

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman

[Honey Cocaine]
If a b*tch f*ck around, I might go off
My advice is you better get down to go
You came to shop at the mall, but I bought the stores
I got a box of jewels, I call it pot of gold

Call the cops to go, as my pockets grow
Get the chains and the rings and the watches, bro
And I boxed a slut, I just boxed a hoe
You tryna pass me b*tch? It ain't possible, nah

Cool as f*ck, I suggest you dress for the weather b*tch
Is forever sh*t, whenever b*tch
What's a whore to a queen? Whatever b*tch!
I crop a kid, it's a hot to sh*t

Its some Gucci, Louis, fendi, Prada sh*t
Tell them eat a d*ck, you ain't not a b*tch
Find me in the club where my partners is
(Schwagg, B-B*TCH!)

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman
(B*tch I'm The Sh*t)